Sick of seeing crime and rape and all this bitter ass violence,
My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings
Down in miami, with a super ho team
Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine
Just trying to decipher between violence and sex
Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense
It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,
Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years
No money, power, or drugs,
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for
And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,
And my condition to start violence
I'm with your girlfriend eating chips
But somethin' was always missin' like six digits
Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids
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